in my dream, i found a dead body.
the body had a note in its hand.
it said:
please help me, my feet are killing me
I’m pink therefore I’m Spam
My wierdest dream is a recurring dream in which my moms is kidnapped by the Pirates of the Carribean. I have to sail after them, dodging their cannon blasts as I approach. I board the ship, a la Erol Flynn, and swordfight with the head honcho to save my mom. The cool thing is that we all realize that it is just a game we are all playing and decide to do it over and over. I have this dream every couple of years and it just keeps getting better…
“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”
-Tao Te Ching
I’m finally starting to remember my dreams on a regualr basis.
Recent ones: I dreamt I was in a hotel with my friend and his family (that happens in real life). We were either in Reno or Anaheim (those have happened, too). Me and his little sister were the last to leave the room, carrying the luggage. We get to the hall, and some large Asin teenager tells me that his dad (the big shot hotel owner) is vacuuming our room personally! I go back in, and sure enough, he’s there, vacuuming. Then, for no reason, I turn around, and Sandra Bullock is laying on the couch in black leather pants and a pink shirt. Then we start filming a kissing scene for a movie.
Scariest one: I dreamt about this MB. I gotta spend some time offline.
JMcC, San Francisco, JJM’s page from the Bay
If I were beaned with a fastball, fling my limp, lifeless body to first, cause, dammit, I earned it!
My high school was built in the 60’s (IRL) and has a bomb shelter underneath it (IRL). Presumably, no one who has attended my high school has ever been down to see it: it’s like the Holy Grail of Springfield Southeast High School. We speak of it in hushed tones; we all know that The Secret Entrance is “somewhere in the boys’ locker room.”
Since high school, I’ve had recurring versions of the same dream every few months: I somehow manage to get into the bomb shelter, and each time there’s a new surprise: a swimming pool, a foosball table, etc. The best one was when it had a mirrored disco ball and a picture of KISS.
My strangest dream…about two weeks after my dad passed away, I had a dream that I was in the back seat of a car and he was driving and he was telling me it had all been a joke. It was weird, my friends said I had the dream because I had been so stressed and was finally calming down after everything. I know some dont believe in angels, but on at leat two occasions I have woken (i think) and seen my parents standing over me. In my mind, they were watching over me, making sure I was okay, what a peaceful feeling it was.
I opened the door, and look who I found. Damn I’m good
Last month, I dreamed I assassinated Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet in my Maidenform bra.
I’m not kidding, I really did–I am famous for my weird dreams. Someday, I’ll you y’all the one about Jackie Kennedy and the cherry tomato.
I once dreamed that I was starring in a movie. A remake of “The Life Of Abraham Lincoln”. A nude remake. It was called “The Naked Abe”.
The director was a teddy bear.
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This has been a message from the Illuminated Committee To Save The Jackalope. Fnord.
I have a recurring dream where I am out in public during the day in my pajamas. I hope I am not really sleep walking!
i had a dream once that i was in a shoe store, and this big huge bald biker sort of guy was getting a tattoo on his chest. he was crying and said that it wasn’t something he normally did, but it was just too much to bear. so i went over and held his hand, trying to console him.
the tattooing was done, but he was still crying. i asked him what was the matter and he started talking about a good friend that he had when he was in the military, and that he crucified him.
“human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust; we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.” - albert einstein
I’ve dreamt about this MB, too. It even has the messages in alternating grey and white bands. Sometimes it’s topics that are actually posted, and sometimes it’s topics that would be good if they were, and I dream what all you guys would post on them.
It may be that when an ornithologist says the Water Ouzel walks under the water, he only means that he has seen a Water Ouzel or some other bird sitting on a stone in the general vicinity of a body of water.
–Will Cuppy